Getting over my fetish 2

“I’m so sorry Jack. I was paling cards with Roberta and forgot you were down here. How do you feel?”

“She was trying to kill me.” I was able to say with all the pain I was in.

“Oh Jack she was not trying to kill you. You probably was not prepared for her to take a shit and just chocked on it a bit.” Dawn reached behind to unlock the backing when she saw my stomach. She put her hand to her mouth. “Oh my god what is wrong with your stomach.”

“That’s her shit. I’m telling you she was trying to kill me.”

“Come on Jack stand up. Maybe it well go down.” Dawn said in a caring voice.

“I can’t my stomach is to full.” I tried to move.

“Well burp or something. Throw it up.”

“I can’t you packed it all down with your toy.” I tried to hold my stomach but just putting my hands on there was very painful.

Dawn started laughing. “Oh my god I forgot. Is that why it fit down your throat so well? I did not think she shit that much. I was down when she was just pushing it out.” Dawn lent over to look at my stomach closer. “Wow and all that fit in there. I wonder how much is in there. That most of hurt her when she pushed it out. I told her you could handle it but I had no idea she was going to shit that much. She probably did not even know.”